Before my mom died, our favorite thing to do together was bake. She wasn't the best cook, but she could bake like no one else. She always said it was the precise measurements that made it easier, and she taught me everything she knew. We'd spend hours making cakes, cupcakes, brownies, fudge … you name it, she could bake it.
It's still my catharsis, and whenever I'm stressed or worried, I dive headfirst into cupcakes. One of my many stipulations of coming home was that Emmett had my supplies at the ready, and he didn't disappoint. He stocked up on everything I'd need and even unpacked my appliances, so to kill time before meeting him, I decide to make some carrot cake cupcakes. They're my favorite.
And maybe Dr. Lumberjack will like them, too.
I turn on the oven and get to work, opening the window to enjoy the crisp air. It's a nice morning, cool but not freezing, and it smells fresh from the dew. I missed this most in New York—the forest and creek, the silent mornings, the sound of wildlife and birds waking up. It's peaceful.
Time flies by as I prepare my homemade goodies, and the sun soon shines through the window. Taking a break while they're in the oven before starting another batch, I pour a glass of water and head back outside. Taking the deck steps slowly, I hold the railing tightly before making my way down to the creek. The beautiful water glistens in the morning sun, and I sit down on the wet grass, dipping my feet into the shallow water.
Oh fuck, that's freezing. Pulling them up and tucking them under me, I wonder what kind of moron I am before rolling my eyes at myself. It's frigging September in Washington, so why I thought the water looked like a good idea is beyond me.
I guess I just wanted to feel the running water of home again. I used to play in this creek all the time as a kid, so I guess I'm just a little nostalgic.
Eventually, my timer goes off, and I hurry back inside to pull the cupcakes out. They smell like heaven, and once they're cool, I pipe the white frosting on before adding a little frosting carrot on top of each—you know because it's cute.
I make two more batches, and then put them in containers before heading up to my room to get ready. To be honest, I kind of hate doctors—minus the two I call family—and even knowing it's cute Dr. Lumberjack doesn't quell the nerves.
Thanks to May, Nole, Fran, Brier, and Meg for prereading and Sally for Beta'ing.
Thank you all for reading! Next update is tomorrrow!
